Burned out?

Or just plain tired? 

seems i hit this place at least once a year. always about the same time of the year… could be the vegas weather, or the schedule of conference/services, but my focus has shifted from what i’m paid to do, to a desire for home.

i suppose as an artist there will always be those longings for expressing exactly what’s going on in my heart, and never seeming to find the right words. Unfortunately my emotions continue to betray me, and i end up spouting off some random lines about community and relationships and lack thereof, which in turn get me into meetings with people who i’m sure love me, but may or may not understand me… but it seems a simple trip north cures most of it.